Farther than the farthest we will ever be ..
but closer than the closest we will ever seem .
Tighter and wiser do the bonds grow ,
stronger and deeper does the hounds follow .
Lovelier and beautiful it ever stays,
among the wicked eyes that preys.
Wars and wages follow ,
to hound the wicked hollow.
The only things worthy ,
the only things that matter ,
the only sentences that come
are the pleas full of sorrow ,
but the things that give me strength ,
are my best friends help ,
their love makes me  go on .
Their  cheers make me tear past the veils .
I'm way to lucky , its the truth.
i know that you are jealous ,
and its your fates fruit ........

The time that passes by
With  flower’s  blossoming bright
Counting days along seconds
Separating   moment ‘s  from memories
Crazy scribbles become massive scripts
A  fun  joy  turns into a pained bliss
A summer with no ******
Like a power with no cover
Baby steps into staggered walk
Scrapped tears are now from pained fears
Sweet perfection seems like cruelty
A step improved unravels hidden dreams
Stuttering talks are now paragraphs
A lovely innocence on its way for a round about
As I sit and write with happy tears
Observing and recollecting all their wondrous layers
Distinguishing their past
Dreaming about their future
Just to see them bloom
To try take a leap at being free
I try hiding a grinning smile
Seeing   their  pleas with muffled cries
To tell them the story of two lovely boys
Who grew past their heart’s lair